I have no love for the Catholic Church. Compassion, yes, as I have compassion for those who suffer. The teaching of Jesus Christ I honor as much I honor the teachings of the Buddha but the Church which purports to spread his words… How many people has this church been responsible for killing? The Crusades…. The Inquisition…. Nine million mostly women burned to death during the witch hunts… The pagan cleansing that happened in 600… And an apology? Have they offered an apology? A formal statement asking forgiveness? The holy Pope makes no mistakes. He is the word of God. The one true God mind you which is different than the Muslim god or even the Protestant God. The western world will forever be embroiled in religious war.
“People have always been fighting about religion,” Violet said to me.
“Well…” I said, “Not entirely true: the Eastern Religions, Buddhists especially, have never gone to war. And the wars between China and Japan really were about politics and trade and expansionism. It is because they don’t have this super ego behind them which they say is telling them to go to war, burn their neighbors alive, etc.”
What kind of religion tells you to burn your neighbor alive for having a different belief? Makes a manual on the torture of women? The religion that is held up my fear and belief and not reason and logic is not actually serving the people it purports to serve.
You could be a Musilm, a Buddhist, a Hindu, a Jew, or a Catholic and really, as soon as you put yourself in the “religion” mode- as soon as you take yourself away form the truth by putting a name, a face, an icon upon it, creating a vestige, you have suddenly put a lens between yourself and the rest of the world. As soon as you create the separation, you have pulled yourself away form paradise, expelled yourself from Eden.
“Truth,” said Krinamurti, “is a pathless land.”
As soon as you create a path to the truth you have negated everything else…. There is no path, there is no believer, there is only Truth.
Krishnamurti: ‘Take a piece of stick, put it on the mantelpiece and every day put a flower in front of it- give it a flower- put in front of it a flower and repeat some words- “Coca-cola”, “Amen”, “Om”, it doesn’t matter what word- any word you like .. listen, don’t laugh it off .. do it and you will find out. If you do it, after a month you will see how holy it has become. You have identified yourself with that stick, with that piece of idea and you have made it into something sacred, holy. But it is not. You have given it a sense of holiness out of your fear, out of constant habit of this tradition, giving yourself over, surrendering yourself to something, which you consider holy. The image in the temple is no more holy than a piece of rock by the roadside. So it is very important to find out what is really sacred, what is really holy, if there is such a thing at all.”
And when the Catholic Church is ready to issue an apology, I will listen.
As an aside: Christians in general are a righteous lot and how they love to quote “the righteous shall inherit the Earth.” But one: righteousness is much different than being ‘right’, than right action, speech or work (see: the Eightfold Path). So consider this, consider what it means to be a brother, a sister. Consider what ‘we are all one’ means. “Split a piece of wood; I am there.
Lift up the stone, and you will find me there.”
-Jesus Christ, The Gospel of Thomas
You have to have complete understanding of when your hand is heavy handed, and when it is light. What that feels like, and how to hold it. How to be heavy handed when need be and how to be light handed. How to be able to hold the brush so lightly that, any lighter, and you would drop it. How to hold the brush so firmly and yet, still allow it to have give, allow the canvas to push and pull the brush as much as the hand seeks to drive it.
You must know how to dip your brush in the water so only a millimeter of it’s tip is submerged and pull it out quick and it only gets one drop of water on it. And if it has two, you will know and so flick it behind you with just the quickest and limberest flicks of the wrist, and the extra drop of water will fly away and not defile your painting and create a headache or drip down below you onto the clear and finished sky. And you must be able to do that in a split second because, thought you need a touch more water, you have no time to look away form the painting because it is all happening there. The flower pot is becoming, the sky is opening, the waters are parting… the god is arriving and you can’t miss it for a second.
You have to know how to let your entire body guide the brush. How to move your whole body as you paint the giant arc of the heavens, shifting your weight from the back of one foot to the front of the other as you dip and sway to the rhythms of the brush. In this way we practice the tai chi of painting. Be completely aware of your body, but focus all of your attention on the brush, the paint and the canvas. Everything else is mere scaffolding. The hand even, a mere support full of a million little levers and pulleys, attached to the greater machine of the body and, if all of those levers, pulleys, weights and tandems work in harmony with each other then, when the time comes to move, you will move. When the time comes to stand still, you will be able to stand still. If you find places in you that don’t want to move, that can’t hold their balance, that pull your mental faculty back to them again and again, come back to your breath and your brush and allow the emotions that arise to pour out through your brush. You may still be painting the same lamppost you have been painting for the past two days but, with a focused mind, it will be the finest line you have ever created.
Be aware of the cock of your head or the pull of your shoulders and occasionally roll them back and make some adjustments. Don’t forget to breathe. Light breaths, steady and even. Be aware of your breath. You spend so much time thinking about other things- the rent or the bills or what your girlfriend said or the experience you had two days ago at the auto parts store or the email you have to send. It is ok to let that go because none of those things matter to the painting. See the painting as a reflection of you. Of your divine being. See the painting as an expression of the divine, in the same way that a sunset, a flower or a bird song is that same expression. The way the paint falls upon the canvas is part of that expression. There are no mistakes! It is all the expression of the divine. Let it flow through you.
There are most certainly mistakes sometimes. If you put the side of your hand in your wet paint, as you move your brush across the canvas, and proceed to put a fine stamp of the side of your hand over the upper two thirds of your canvas, do not fear. You get to put more coats on your painting now. This is a good thing. If the paint needs to go on heavy, to cover it, let it be heavy. If it needs to repaint the sky… maybe it just needs a cloud and that is all the hand print was asking. Be creative. Not all mistakes are mistakes. Sometimes it is just the divine asking for another cloud, a little bird… look, look here, it says…
But if you draw your picture onto the canvas and you realize, when you are done with your masterpiece of a drawing which will soon be a masterpiece of a painting, as you step back, that it ought to be two inches to the left, then, by all means, redraw it. Or you will spend the whole time while you are painting either a)wishing it was two inches to the left or b)compensating for it not being two inches to the left. A mistake does not always mean “leave it! It is perfect as it is!” No, they are merely challenges to us to consider our motivations, consider where our minds are at when we do such things, and to try to reach more perfectly golden heights. So redraw it. Gesso the canvas again. It is blank again. So what if the first drawing was absolutely perfect! If you did it once, you can do it again. But don’t try to copy yourself! Copying and spontaneity are not compatible. How can you create the spontaneous ebb and flow of line and form if you are copying what you had already drawn? It is simply the fact that you cannot simply by the nature of the definition of spontaneity. So live it again. But go make some tea first. Stretch for a bit. Then come back to the canvas. Measure out some reference points, so that your image is where you want it to be, and dive into it.
Trust yourself. Trust your lines. If they seem to want to curve just a little bit more, give them just a little bit more curve. The lines of the mountains SWEEP. The lines of the tree are GNARLED. The lines of your lovers body are ELEGANT. Let them be that rather than suggest that.
When it comes to straight lines, use a ruler- your mind and body know curves quite well and, with practice, you will be able to draw nearly perfect spirals and ten thousand other curves but the straight lines: let it go. Use a ruler. Why trouble yourself with getting the line straight. Zen monks never troubled themselves with the majesty of the straight line. No, the famous calligraphy painting is of a circle. The mind and body know circles and curves. Trust yourself with the curves and trust the ruler to the straight and narrow.
Be vigilant. Be aware of yourself, your mind, your breath, your brush. Be your own worst critic. Challenge yourself. Go in directions you have not gone before. If the road seems to curve left but you feel instinctively that it ought to curve right, then go right! If you feel you ought to add a hundred swans, then add them! Otherwise you will always wonder, and always know: you never added the swans. It never was what it could have been. If you don’t know how to draw a swan, then go find one! Draw it again and again until, not only do you have the perfect shape, but you also have the most efficient line.
You may be surprised if you spend some time drawing things like animals, plants, landscapes: they all have such efficient lines. They all seem to ebb and flow so mysteriously in sync with each other. Your mind does exactly the same thing. You are designed the same way, by the same divine hand, as the leaves, the flowers, the birds and trees and mountains. Within you are the same divine proportions, the same divine sense of space and congruity, the same elegant nature. As you awaken to that elegant nature of your own being, you will find your art will reflect this. After a while, it will no longer even reflect it, it will BE it.
Yesterday we went to Los Angeles to stop by the fabric district, see the Magritte show at LACMA, Pan’s Labyrinth at the Arclight and then to visit our friend Robin over in Venice around the corner from where we lived last year.
Magritte…We think of bowler caps and green apples. We are not too far off and if we see the silhouette of a man in a bowler cap (as we did later passing some bar in Hollywood) we recognize immediately the icon as borrowed from Magritte. But to say he is all bowler caps and apples is to say Dali was all melting watches and ants. The difference between the two however is that Dali tried exhaustively to probe his own subconscious with his artwork, finding great meaning and relation between the subtlest of details within his work. On the other hand, Magritte on the other hand often took seemingly unrelated objects, created compositions around them and left the viewer to decipher their meanings, like gestalt ink blot tests. Now, while we immensely enjoyed seeing such a large collection of Magritte’s in one place- allowing us to see multiple nuances within his work and admire the fine subtleties of his uses of color and shadow, we found the “contemporary’ art besides which it was juxtaposed was, well, mostly crap. It seems the art world likes to over look the people like Vladimir Kush who, as far as we are concerned, is the artist most closely following Magritte in style, form and approach. Both of the artists have a soft and forgiving approach to their medium and a calm quietude about their pieces. Ah, but Kush is perhaps to fine an artist. There are the “inner circles” of the LA art world and they were strongly represented. They represent mostly pain, turmoil, a word under a photo, another that is a mirrored photo with a palindrome over it…feeble attempts to mimic a master. As I said, if they really sought to display the legacy of Magritte, the curators would have looked further than what the Los Angeles art scene had to show them…
Later, after some tea and cookies, we went to see Pan’s Labyrinth at the Arclight. The Arclight Theater is a pretty big grand theater in Hollywood and it was the only good theater to see the movie in. It wasn’t showing in San Diego and in fact was only showing in large cities. It made us wonder how many movies we miss out on down here… I won’t give anything away other than saying it was a powerful fantasy but suffered a bit of what “The Fountain” did in the previews we saw- more of the fantasy side of the movie and less of the reality while the movie itself is more half and half of both with some pretty gritty dramatic scenes… We left rather stunned and awestruck… a brilliant tragic fantasy and yet… not so tragic…
And that is the TenThousanVisions movie and museum review…. Mmmmm…..
Later we visited Robin…Shared some things about our recent trips to see our respective familes. How different we are from our families! How much we grow and change and how much we could share with them if only they would let us. Instead, they get so entrenched in their ways, in their “knowing how things are done”…
Later, after a quick bit of sushi, we were on the road again, on our way home, an hour and half, with the Talking Heads and Radiohead to guide us…
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